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My legs are wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrusts faster, his breath heaving in loud, feral pulls. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before—wild, raw, and exhilarating.

His hips rock back and forth as he drives into me. It’s an animalistic rhythm, the primal way that he takes me. My lust spirals higher as my own primitive nature surges forward, joining his.

When his rhythm speeds up, my orgasm builds, gathering in my pelvis, doubling, expanding. I’m so close, but I want to hold on just a little longer.

He’s grunting with each stroke now, his face a mask of concentration and desire with all four deadly fangs on full display.

“Oh god,” I moan. “You feel so good.”

He doesn’t respond, just continues to plunge into me with relentless force.

I can feel the heat building between us and when he dips his head to clamp his fangs on my shoulder—though he doesn’t break the skin—I imagine it won’t be long until we both reach our release.

With one final deep thrust, he grinds himself deep inside me and then stills as he takes his full pleasure. At the same time, my body tenses and spasms around him as I cry out in bliss.

Ecstasy rolls through my body. It’s lightning strikes and cataclysms and booming thunder all at once. I’m clenching his fat cock as it pulses against my inner walls.

Even in the aftermath, with my body quivering in aftershocks, my emotions rise like a tidal wave as affection for him threatens to overwhelm me. This amazing male is in my arms, holding me as if he’ll never let me go. He lifts his head, captures my gaze, and gives me the oddest smile. It’s full of affection, yes, but so much more than that. It’s brimming with pleasure and softness and, suddenly, apology.

“Uh. I broke the skin. Sorry.” His eyes flare wide, almost as if he gnawed my arm off rather than gave me four little puncture wounds.

“I like it.” I say as he laps at the wounds. “It’s kind of like a temporary brand.”

Something changes on his face and his feral origins spring to the fore as he throws his head back and howls, his throat exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he ends the spectacle with a yip, yip, yip. Instead of looking bashful, he appears mighty proud of himself.

I giggle as he licks my shoulder again. When I glance down, the little holes have already closed.

We stay connected as his cock softens inside me. We roll on our sides, caught in the blissful afterglow of our lovemaking.

Finally, he pulls out of me, tugs me closer, and gives me the sweetest kiss.

“That was amazing,” he says quietly as we catch our breath.

I smile at him. “Yes, it was.”

Perhaps he notices my eyelids drooping because he slides his claws through my hair, a blissed-out smile on his handsome face.

“Go to sleep, precious. You deserve a good rest.” He strokes his knuckles down my cheek.

If I didn’t know better, the way he’s looking at me would make me think he’s drunk. He’s starry-eyed with a gorgeous, goofy smile on his face. I make a mental picture of his expression, knowing that no matter what happens between us, I’ll always be able to unfold this memory, and every single time I do, it will make me happy.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Courage

My eyes snap open, instinct yanking me out of a sound sleep. The alarm on my phone hasn’t gone off yet, but some primal part of me knows it’s time to get moving, to meet my packmate at the airport.

Candy stirs beside me, her pink hair adorably mussed. “Is it Fury time already?” she mumbles, nuzzling deeper into my shoulder pelt.

“‘Fraid so, rock star.” I press a kiss to her temple, savoring her sleepy hum of contentment. “I gotta go play fetch.”

She cracks one eye open, her green gaze still hazy with dreams. “Fetch, huh? Can’t he just Uber to the hotel? It’s ass o’clock in the morning.”

I flash her a fanged grin. “It was a risk for me to quit wearing my hoodie, but I thought I might be safe because I have a prominent human at my side. There are still Purists out there, people who don’t like Others. Fury’s got no protection. Let’s not tempt fate.”

Her eyes widen as understanding dawns. “Oh shit. Yeah. I’ve gotten complacent.”

We arrive at the airport just as the sun crests the horizon, cutting through the gloom. Fury is waiting for us outside baggage claim. His hooded head is dipped forward to hide his face. If I wasn’t looking for it, I’d never see his tail crammed into his right pant leg. His gleaming silver eyes catch mine, a brief flare of recognition and relief.

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